Sid Vicious comes to doorway
The house and street they have no name
He's wearing coat like always
Its colour has remained the same
His eyes reflect the sparks
A gentleman, so cute and trim
Comes like a movie-star
And the adventures wait for him

The doorjamb frames him neatly
As he is standing on the sill
And he announces briefly
That: There is no more time to kill
Revolver in his coat
The bat is shadowing his eyes
The weathers far from cold
Although it's autumn there outside

We now adjourn to garage
With dust and oil-stains on the floor
I feel a kind of courage
And take my cycle out the door
The stars begin to fade
When I have turned the headlights on
It feels like passionplay
And then we are already gone
The faces glimmer softly
We pass the gardens of this street
The welkins black and lofty
And I can feel the engine beat
My motor-bike is steady
No need for signposts cause I see
And know the way already:
It leads us to eternity